Ickle Firsties
Scene: Darkness, the train blows its whistle and pulls into an outdoor station. Hagrid walks along the side aisle, with a lantern. People begin pouring out of the train.
Hagrid: Right, then! First years! This way, please! Come on, now, don't be shy! Come on now, hurry up!
Harry and Ron walk up to Hagrid.
Hagrid: Hello, Harry.
Harry: Hey, Hagrid.
Ron: Whoaa!
Hagrid: Right then. This way to the boats! Come on, now, follow me.
Scene:
A number of boats are plugging across a vast lake, where up ahead a huge castle can be seen. People are in awe.
“The first time seeing the castle is always special.”. Regulus whispered so no one but Sirius heard.
Ron: Wicked.
Scene: On a higher level, Professor McGonagall is waiting. She raps her fingers on a stone railing, and then goes to the top of the stairs to greet the newcomers.
McGonagall: Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Now, while you are here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you house points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup
“I can’t wait to see your sorting,” Sirius perked up happily while both Harry and Calla sank downwards.
NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM, a scared looking boy next to Calla, spots his toad sitting near McGonagall. He jumps forward.
Neville: Trevor! {McGonagall stares down at him} Sorry. {He backs away.}
McGonagall: The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily. {leaves}
DRACO MALFOY speaks up.
Draco: It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts. {Students whisper, Harry Potter?} This is Crabbe, and Goyle {nods to thugs} and I'm Malfoy...Draco Malfoy. {Ron snickers at his name} Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand me down robe? You must be a Weasley. Well soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there. {extends hand.}
Harry: I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks.
“Harry, it's bad manners not to shake his hand. You can still turn down his offer, you just have to shake his hand.”. Calla ranted annoyed at Harry’s lack of social understanding. All purebloods nodded surprised by Callas knowledge of social events.
Draco glares. McGonagall returns and smacks him on the shoulder with a paper. He retreats with one last glare.
McGonagall: We're ready for you now.
She leads everyone through two large doors and into the Great Hall, where there are four long tables with many kids, as well as floating candles. The roof appears to be the sky.
Hermione: It's not real, the ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night sky.
Calla: I read about that too in Hogwarts a History
Ron and Harry groaned. They really need to read that book.
McGonagall: All right, will you wait along here, please? Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbldedore would like to say a few words.
Dumbledore rises from the main table.
Dumbledore: I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce. The first years please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch {signals to ragged old man with a cat with red eyes} has asked me to remind you that the 3rd floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you.
Every single adult turned towards Dumbledore. The parents especially seething.
McGonagall: When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses. Hermione Granger.
Hermione: Oh, no. Okay, relax. {She goes up}
Ron: Mental that one, I'm telling you.
Harry nods in agreement. Calla glares daggers at the backs of their heads.
“Sorry ‘Mione.”. Ron says before anyone could yell at him. He genuinely looked sorry.
“Oh, don’t worry about it, we all know I’m a bit much!” Hermione smiled at one of her best friends.
“I think you're perfect,”. Fred smiled at Hermione who blushed furiously after words.
Sorting Hat: Ah, right then...hmm...right. Okay...Gryffindor!!
(Cheering)
Hermione jumps off with a smile.
McGonagall: Draco Malfoy.
Draco saunters up proudly. The tattered hat nearly freaks before touching down on Draco's head.
Sorting Hat: SLYTHERIN!
Ron: There isn't a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin.
Every Slythern glared at Ron.
Calla: Merlin Ron, Merlin was a Slytherin
“Ya that's my bestie,” Briar cheered from the Slytherin table
McGonagall: Susan Bones.
A small, redhead goes up.
Harry looks around and spots a black haired, pale teacher, SEVERUS SNAPE, looking at him. His scar hurts.
Harry: Ahh! {puts hand on forehead}
Ron: Harry, what is it?
Harry: Nothing...it's nothing, I'm fine.
The Gryffindors looked at Snape suspiciously.
Sorting Hat: Let's see...I know...Hufflepuff!
McGonagall: Ronald Weasley.
Ron gulps and walks up. He sits down and the hat is put on.
Sorting Hat: Ah! Another Weasley. I know just where to put you...Gryffindor!!
Ron: {Sighs}
(Cheering)
McGonagall: Harry Potter.
Everything goes silent. Harry walks up and sits down.
Sorting Hat: Hmm...difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage I see, not a bad mind, either. There's talent, oh yes, and a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you?
Harry: {whispers} Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin.
“Sorry,” Harry blushed ashamedly, “everything I heard about you guys was bad so…” Harry looked down but it wasn’t really an excuse. Calla evidently hadn’t fallen for the propaganda.
Sorting Hat: Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure? You could be great, you know. It's all here in your head. And Slytherin will help you on your way to greatness! There's no doubt about that! No? {Harry whispers: Not Slytherin...anything but Slytherin} Well, if you're sure...better be...GRYFFINDOR!!
There is an immense cheering and Harry goes to the Gryffindor table.
Fred and George are also there, and cheer: We got Potter! We got Potter! Harry sits down.
McGonagall: Calla Potter
Sorting Hat: Ah quite a hard one like your brother. Quite loyal, though distrusting of most people. Brave to the point of reckless. A will to devour all knowledge and secrets. And ambitious to prove your worth… I can hear you calculating every move in your head analyzing your classmates. Your curiosity is what drives you. RAVENCLAW.
The Ravenclaw table burst into applause.
The Ravenclaws cheered once again.
McGonagall: {dings on a cup} Your attention, please.
Dumbledore: Let the feast...begin.
Food magically appears on all the tables, and the hall is filled with awe and chatter.
Harry: Wow.
Draco looks at all the food, raises his eyebrows and digs in. Calla takes only healthy food.
“I will never understand how you can eat that.”. Mandy Brocklehurst shuttered.
“Its healthy,” Calla sniffed
Ron stuffs his face.
SEAMUS FINNIGAN, a tiny boy, speaks.
Seamus: I'm half and half. Me dad's a Muggle. Mam's a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out.
“That could have ended much worse,” Calla looked at Seamus ridiculously thinking about all the Metas children who have been kicked out by their parents. Snape nodded as well.
Neville laughs.
Calla is having a polite conversation with Padma Patil and Cho Chang.
Harry is sitting next to Percy. He leans over.
Harry: Say, Percy, who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?
Percy: Oh, that's Professor Snape, head of Slytherin house.
Harry: What's he teach?
Percy: Potions. But everyone knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies. He's been after Quirrell's job for years.
Ron, having just finished a chicken wing, reaches into the bowl for more, and a ghostly head, SIR NICHOLAS, pops out.
Ron: Ahh!
“He does that to ickle firsties every year,” George leaned over grinning
“Which we of course would never make sure he scared Ron specifically.”. The twins high fived and Ron scowled.
Nick: Hello! How are you? Welcome to Gryffindor.
Numerous ghosts come pouring from the walls, sailing along.
Hufflepuff ghost: Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Girl: Look, it's the Bloody Baron!
Percy: Hello, Sir Nicholas. Have a nice summer?
Nick: Dismal. Once again, my request to join the headless hunt has been denied. {Begins to leave}
Ron: Hey, I know you! You're Nearly Headless Nick!
Nick: I prefer Sir Nicholas if you don't mind.
Hermione: Nearly headless? How can you be nearly headless?
Nick: Like this. {Grabs head and pulls it to the side. His head is hanging on just by a thread.}
The hall looks disgusted except for Calla and Briar.
“You had to ask,” Seamus scowled
Ron: Ahh!
Hermione: Eugh.
Scene:
Percy is leading the Gryffindors to the staircases.
Percy: Gryffindors, follow me please. Keep up. Thank you.
Boy: Ravenclaw, follow me. This way.
Percy: This is the most direct path to the dormitories. Oh, and keep an eye on the staircases...they like to change.
The other houses leaned forward excited to see the Gryffindor common rooms.
The camera pans up and we see a vast amount of staircases, people walking on them, and some switching places.
Percy: Keep up, please, and follow me. Quickly now, come on. Come on. {They begin walking up the stairs}
Neville: Seamus, that picture's moving!
Ron: Look at that one, Harry!
Harry: I think she fancies you.
“Shut up Harry,” Ron groaned
Girl: Oh, look! Look! Who's that girl?
Man in painting: Welcome to Hogwarts.
Girl: Who's that?
Scene:
Approaching the Gryffindor dorms. They come up to a large painting of a large woman in a pink dress.
Woman: Password?
Percy: Caput Draconis. {The woman nods and the painting opens to reveal a gap in the wall.} Follow me, everyone. Keep up, quickly, come on.
Girl: Oh, wow.
Percy: {Inside common room} Gather 'round here. Welcome to the Gryffindor Common Room. Boys' dormitories, upstairs and down to your left. Girls, the same on your right. You'll find that your belongings have already been brought up.
Scene:
Calla and the other Ravenclaw girls are in the girls common room.
The Ravenclaws sighed relieved that their common rooms are still hidden.
Padma: so what's up with the bat
Morag: Padma don’t be rude
Mandy: Sorry she has no filter
The fifth year Ravenclaws especially laughed.
“Its true darling,” Su smiled
Lisa: I’m curious as well though so fair
Calla: No its okay I prefer when people get straight to the point
Su: Sooooo…
Calla: I like bats they dwell in the dark and are swift beautiful and so misunderstood
Briar started cackling again.
Su: Huh kind of like you
Padma: and I’m the one with no filter
Calla: no that fits
Lisa: whats her name
Calla: Vengeance
Now all the fifth year Ravenclaws started to cackle. (I mean Calla literally set up a Zeta in their dorm room, they're not stupid).
Morag: That's… interesting
Calla: my father detests her (she gets surprised looks) adopted father (she clarifies and the other girls look curious but let it drop) she is always where he least expects her
Mandy: (snort)
The scene fades to black as they all begin to crack up
Soft smiles are shared around the table at easier times.
Scene:
Scene: Mid-night. Harry is sitting by a window in his pj's, with his owl, Hedwig. He pets the owl and looks out the window, sighing with content.